I have recently come across a marvelous new source of doll pictures (thanks so much to the people in the TFCA Discord!).  Here's one that I'm rather fond of, an indirect continuation of the technologies first unveiled here; www.deviantart.com/ordostsceri…

Full Text (And there's a lot of it, I'm afraid)

Sarah Fitzgerald’s Special Report

 

“Is the camera running?  We only get one shot at this,” Sarah Fitzgerald said, standing in front of one of the university’s swimming pools, an indoor lap-pool in the new fitness building.

“It’s running and we’re good to go in one, two…” Doug gave a chopping motion with his free hand in lieu of speaking, so his voice wouldn’t be in the final cut.  He didn’t get why she was being so dramatic about this; they were covering a story for the campus news network, a student-run bulletin website and broadcast channel that covered local stories.  Journalism students usually kept it filled with sleuths, reporters, editors, and the like, but Sarah was one of the best.

“I’m Sarah Fitzgerald with Icarus County and University News, at the Elagius Center Recreational Pool, with breaking news on an unfolding crisis.  We have just learned that five athletes in the Icarus University swimming team have been disabled by a shipment of faulty swimsuits.”

Doug hadn’t heard about this.  This must be a really fresh scoop.  And… something seemed off about Sarah… 

“The suits were manufactured and enchanted by WitchTech©., a magi-tech company with a wide range of products.  Several members of the swim team had ordered swimsuits enchanted to increase endurance, a common tactic to help athletes train longer before fatigue becomes an issue.  Instead, however, it seems that WitchTech© instead sent swimsuits imbued with the enchantments of its Lifeguard Personal Flotation Suit©.  Eight of these mislabeled swimsuits were delivered to the campus athletics department, and five were donned by swimmers for their practice this morning.  A sixth has been secured by my investigations, which I am demonstrating right now.”

Doug nearly gasped, but kept his mouth silent and the camera rolling.  He did notice Sarah’s hands drift down between her legs, where her fingers began to stroke herself…

“These enchantments transform their wearers into inanimate, realistic love-dolls when certain criteria are met.  They were designed for life-guards, turning their wearers into personal flotation devices, but failed to catch on as popular product.  Lifeguard Personal Flotation Suits© are all marked with special insignia, designating the wearer as a lifeguard, but the suits the swim team received were not, and instead came in a variety of fashionable colors and patterns.”

Now both her hands were stroking herself, even while she maintained professional eye contact with the camera.  Were… were her breasts getting bigger?  It seemed like the suit was struggling to contain them…

“Amanda Silverson, Cho Jing, Sasha Renolt, and Claire deVoss transformed into anatomically correct, floating love dolls while swimming warm-up laps, and Justine Sanders transformed in the dressing room before she could take off her suit.  It appears that strenuous activity and… hmm… sexual excitement both trigger the faulty enchantments.”

It was impossible to miss the changes.  Her skin was growing smoother, less natural, her breasts, ass, and lips were growing, her movements were becoming stiff…

“Cho and Sasha remain in the swimming team’s custody, but the three other women-turned-dolls have been picked up by friends, acquaintances, or others by the time of this report.  Ms. Silverson’s boyfriend has confirmed that, and I quote, “her holes are tight and self-lubing,” and that “she’s a better lay as a doll”.  Justine’s roommates have been running experiments, keeping vibrators and toys inserted into their friend since her change this morning, and have confirmed that Justine is “immobile, silent, and completely inanimate.”  Someone picked up Claire just after noon, but neither her friends, roommate, or significant other claim to be in possession of the former swimmer.”

It was impossible to miss the changes.  Sarah’s skin was silicone, with visible seams, an artificial prettiness suffusing her entire body, her breasts expanded so much they had begun to tug down her suit, and her arms had grown too stiff to adjust it.  Instead, they continued to tease her own sex.

“We reached out to WitchTech© about the mistake, liability, and restoration options.  Their spokeswoman seemed unaware of the mix-up, and was unable to give us a number about how many improperly enchanted swimsuits had been sent out.  She repeatedly emphasized that, and I quote, “WitchTech© is working hard on a reversible dollification process to meet our clients needs and broaden the product’s appeal amongst lifeguards,” but eventually conceded that all transformations caused by the mislabeled products are, indeed, permanent and irreversible. 

Sarah was nearly still now, only her mouth still moving.

“Campus authorities are exploring legal options, even as they struggle with issues of ownership over the new dolls.  More… disturbingly, it is unclear how many other mislabeled… items from WitchTech are still out there.  Five… six women from this college are now, permanently, love dolls… and it is unknown how many more… mislabeled products… are out there…. This is… Sarah Fitzgerald… signing off…”

With that Doug’s classmate and collaborator stopped moving entirely, still standing in front of the pool.  Doug could hardly believe his eyes.  Sarah was absolutely going to ace her journalism course for breaking this story.  She might even win a Local Journalism Award.